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I'm falling at 9.00 pm With gray eyes and a soft voice I'm nothing but a lost little comet, Following a stormy eyed big man, I want to forget all the years between, And feel the lips of 9.00 pm, But why would a man turn around, For a little comet?
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
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I'm falling at 9.00 pm With gray eyes and a soft voice I'm nothing but a lost little comet, Following a stormy eyed big man, I want to forget all the years between, And feel the lips of 9.00 pm, But why would a man turn around, For a little comet?
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
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